“Homeless reservations . . . something positive, not a march of a million tears.”

His friend, who sat quietly, chimes into the conversation. He suggests setting aside pieces of land where homeless people can build a home, or work the earth, build a community. Little farms of sort. Yeah, Joshua says, homeless reservations . . . something positive, not a march of a million tears.

She doesn’t want me around She’s got something to hide I think she wants a clown, someone to take for a ride What I keep telling her I’m too experienced to be taken for a stroll Too experienced for someone to rock and roll I’m too experienced to be taken for a ride And I know it’s not my foolish pride She hates the sight of me Because I turned her offer down She’s always saying we were meant to be Somehow she thought I’d be her clown And this is what I sing I’m too experienced to be taken for a stroll Too experienced for someone to rock and roll I’m too experienced to be taken for a ride And I know it’s not my foolish pride She doesn’t want me around She’s got something to hide I think she want’s a clown, someone to take for a ride This is what I sing I’m too experienced to be taken for a stroll Too experienced for someone to rock and roll I’m too experienced to be taken for a ride And I know it’s not my foolish pride